Of course, as always, I have been working on stuff rather than posting it. Given what I have been working on, this state of affairs might change starting this summer. Because first I need to graduate. And be done with studying because I am starting to resent that (it’s the second one after all).
I suspect that my plans would make excellent blogging-material (or I might shift to the evil instagram entirely) if it’s artistified a bit. I apologise beforehand to the three of you who enjoyed these randomly compiled meandering sentences that never reach their destination… See, I’ve taken that and ran with it. I have never taken all of the tiny attempts at art in any way seriously, which is nuts, because it’s what I do all the time, because I want to, and think it’s interesting, no matter how often the frankly incompetent and dispiriting previous art teachers told me to start by taking a metaphorical dump and then appreciate it for its materiality. I should have told them that if they ask for shit then that’s what they get and I’m off to change the world with food now byeeeee.
So I am doing that retrospectively, I will be sharing here as an archive/documentation of a practice that I cannot yet define but that I feel is totally in line with all those things my dearest and coolest-as-a-cucumber friend and me said to each other totally drunk at 16, when we swore we’d be great and inspired people with interesting lives before communally hitting on the same South African waiter by commenting on his accent. Unsurprisingly, this did not work, but it seems like a solid basis for friendship as any. Having just read Big Magic, I suspect we meant that we wanted to work in romantic-but-not-crippling poverty and with a lack of sleep on something that we thought was the only thing we were ever good at and ever loved. Life has thrown a lot in both our faces since then, I’d argue that it was worse in his case and knowing him he will find a way to argue the opposite, and yet we are grudgingly admitting that we’re slowly but steadily getting where we want to go even if it doesn’t look like we thought it would.
And I’m fine if that means being the radiation canary in the post-apocalyptic world I’m so fond of imagining; it feels like a fitting moniker. Speaking of apocalypses: I can totally get behind the new Star Wars. I was starting to doubt my loyalty to Trek, but then I remember episode 1-3 and the general dead serious machismo and incest of 4-6 and this or “Kaaaaahhhhn” and then all is well. I may have been a Trekker first, but a female protagonist, humanised storm trooper and the best (/sexiest) pilot in the fleet and an excellently portrayed future Hitler do a lot to make me doubt my loyalties. Which probably makes me not a real Trekker but rather a mildly enthused fan of Spock. Oh, Spock. Also hyper-intelligent morally dubious space lizards.
Ps. This post has nothing to do with the accompanying totally pirated video montages. I enjoyed them, which is why I put them together. My dad says legally it falls under parody or collage (he studied law, I’m not just randomly quoting a family member) and therefore under fair use… Everything is a remix! Also, my mum, tactful as ever, remarked that they were way too long. So now it’s a triptych & the other one. Now they’re individually short and sparky.